Chapter 1: Persecuted into Pony Prison for Pissing off Posh Princes

Chapter 1: Persecuted into Pony Prison for Pissing off Posh Princes

Devon Williams walked down the streets of Boston on a late wintry night. His boots lightly crunched on the thin layer of snow, illuminated by the streets lamps. He had blondish-brown hair that went midway between his neck and ears, and he wore a dark-green beanie. He shivered underneath the fleecy jacket he wore, it had worn out months ago and did little to keep out the cold. Luckily, he was close to his apartment, and the thought of shelter made him walk a little faster. After what seemed like a second ice-age, he finally opened the door to his apartment. As he hung up his jacket, he heard a very angry and tired voice crying out,

"Close the damn door! You're letting out my hard-earned heat!" Devon sighed inwardly. That was his roommate Emmet, who he found slightly irritating at times. Well, most of the time. He obliged Emmet, closing the door with his foot. He walked through the small living room into the smaller kitchen, and found his roommate crouched in front of the open oven, which he had turned on. Devon turned it off and shut the oven door, and gave Emmet a more than annoyed look.

"What?" Emmet said in a whiny voice. "I was cold."

"You know that leaving the oven on for heat kills our electrical bill! It's bad enough you don't have a job, but now you're giving me even more money to pay!" Devon looked over the offending roommate, who was still crouching on the floor. Like Devon, Emmet had blondish-brown hair, though it was blonder and was considerably shorter, barely reaching the tops of his ears. He was slightly skinny, but not by much. He wore a black blanket over a brown T-shirt, and faded jeans. He was Caucasian, and he had dark brown eyes.

"Hey! I told you, I've got a few interviews coming up, and I'm still receiving unemployment."

Devon raised an eyebrow, "You told me that five months ago."

"And now I'm telling you again." Emmet said matter-of-factly.

Devon sighed. "If you don't get a job soon, I'm gonna have to..." He trailed off.

"If I don't get a job soon, you're gonna have to what?" Emmet continued in an accusatory voice.

Devon took a deep breath, and hurriedly rushed, "If you don't get a job soon, I'm gonna have to kick you out of the house."

Emmet gave Devon an appalled look, which was quickly replaced by hurt. "Devon, we've been friends for six years! You can't just kick me out!" Devon only looked away from the man on the floor. Emmet slowly stood up. "I mean, where could I go? Like you said, I barely have any money!" he added with a note of desperation.

"I know, I know," Devon replied while rubbing his eyes, "but there's not much else that I can do! You're chewing up the rent money, and I barely have enough to keep myself up! Let alone you!"

"You can't do this to me Devon! I promise I'll get a job! I can do this! I can! Just give me another-"

CRACK

Devon fell to the floor, blinded by the flash of light and loud bang that accompanied it. He sat on the hardwood ground, rubbing the stars out of his eyes. He thought that perhaps the oven had exploded, but when he looked over he saw that it was fine. With a groan, he turned over to his side.

"Emmet, you okay? What was that?" Only silence answered the startled man on the floor. "Emmet" Finally, he looked over at where Emmet had been, only to find a steaming pile of clothes. Devon stared for a moment, not believing his eyes. He looked around the tiny apartment, expecting Emmet to rise from behind one of their shabby pieces of furniture and yell, "Surprise!" Yes that was it Emmet was just pulling a prank on him. He slowly rose from the kitchen, and called out to the empty room.

"Alright, you've had your fun Emmet. Now get your face out here so I can punch it. You nearly gave me a heart-attack!" He still heard no answer. His voice took on a slightly more desperate tone. "Emmet?"

Meanwhile, in between the planes of the universes, a large serpent with the the head of a horse and a variety of other body parts seemingly sown on to his body chuckled to himself, smiling at the delicious chaos he had just sown.

"Oh, this is going to be goooood." He reveled in this victory against order, and then slowly returned to his stone prison. However, if this latest scheme worked, then all that would soon change.

When Emmet first woke up, he found himself draped across a table. When he opened his eyes, the glare of the sun gave him a splitting headache.

"Ohhhh, that hurts, that really, really hurts." However, the headache went as soon as it came, and when he deemed it safe, he opened his eyes again. His eyes confirmed that, yes he was on a table. He looked up, and found himself staring straight into the eyes of a dark horse. And, much to his surprise, the horse looked just as shocked as he was. As he looked the horse over, he saw that it was actually quite small. He guessed it was a pony. As he looked down, he saw the pony was wearing a tuxedo and a monocle, which Emmet found quite amusing. As he took in his surroundings, he saw that there were, in fact, many ponies, all colors of the rainbow, and they were all staring at him. As he looked back at the the pony in front of him, he noticed that it's face was far too short to be a regular pony. In fact, all of the ponies surrounding him were extremely disproportioned, and they all had very humanized characteristics. When he tried, he found he couldn't remember how he got there

"Shit, did I get drunk at my niece's birthday party again?" Emmet groaned to himself. It was only then that he noticed his foot was soaking wet. And that he was butt-naked. With a very girly scream manly cry of outrage, he gathered up a corner of the tablecloth and covered himself up. He looked back, and saw the reason his foot was wet. His foot had fallen into the wine glass of yet another pony.

"Wait, how is a pony holding a wineglass?" Emmet asked  as he looked closer. He saw that the pony was much larger than the ones surrounding him, and he had a unicorn's horn sprouting from his skull, which was glowing a creamy white color. He saw that the wineglass was surrounded in a similar aura, and was actually floating. The large pony simply stared at him, and his look of confusion was quickly replaced with anger.

"Guards, arrest this... thing at once!" the white unicorn yelled with authority

"A talking unicorn with magical powers?" Emmet asked with a blank stare. "Shit, did I get high at my niece's birthday party again?"

As Emmet was violently shoved through the streets of the city he woke up in, he discovered that the strange ponies were everywhere. In fact, it seemed that it was an entire city of technicolor ponies. And when he inspected the guards on either side of him, he found that they actually had wings folded against their bodies.

"So let me get this straight, I am in a world of talking rainbow-colored unicorns and pegasi, and I just got arrested by a Prince?" He asked the guard in front of him,  who, judging by his fancy armor, was of higher rank than the ones at his side.

"Shut up back there!" The golden-brown pony in front of him said.

"Hey, how come you don't have any wings or horns? Everybody else I've seen has one or the other."

"I said shut up back there!" The pony replied.

"Hey man, it's just a question, not a matter of national security." The stallion sighed angrily, and abruptly turned around, his eyes only inches away from Emmet's.

"Because," the pony spat, "I'm an earth pony. And it's everypony not everybody." With that, the earth pony turned around and began walking sternly towards the large castle in the distance. "Now no more questions!" Emmet decided not to aggravate the earth pony any further, he already had enough. He then immediately changed his mind.

"Hey, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot err... hoof here. My name is Emmet." The pony turned back around, and practically screamed into Emmet's face,

"I SAID NO MORE QUESTIONS!"

"Hey, in all fairness, that wasn't a question. It was a statement. So technically, I haven't broken your rule." The guards on either side of him snickered at this, but a quick glare from the pony in front silenced them. Hoping to get back what shred of dignity the stallion had left, he ignored Emmet and just turned around and walked. After around three minutes of walking, the pegasus to his left leaned over to Emmet's ear,

"Hey, the names Iron Flyer. It's nice to see someone keep that lout's ego in check once in a while." he said, gesturing to the stallion in front. "If you ever get out of prison, just ask, and I'll show you the best taverns in town."

"How did you know I drink?" Emmet quizzed. The pony only raised an eyebrow.

"Just a guess." Emmet chuckled softly to himself.

"Fair point." After a few moments, he added, "Wait, what was that about prison?